It is safe to say, I may be lying in a ditch somewhere
- when the words go away -
dead or dying
the rain is rising around me
puddles
ponds
rivers
drowning in rain, drowning in tears
fears
the forgotten
or what has become impossible
drowning
minuscule attempts for salvation
there are other bodies here too
given up on living
bodies, bodies, bodies for days
the road remains just out of reach, where the world races by
I cup my hands to my ears
one last attempt
for hearing your voice
I breathe in the exhaust, the discarded, the damned
and for a moment
I cease to exist
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